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This story is a piece of fiction. To my knowledge no torturer has ever revealed what he did to prisoners in this amount of detail. It is based on testimonies of some prisoners but a lot comes from the imagination.
First Days
Let me begin by saying I have read lots of stories about how we treated the female traitors and terrorists we arrested in South America . Some are very good and if they had lived in my country I would have wanted the writers in my team. None of the writers I have read actually has the personal knowledge of how we tortured female suspects. Normally we like to keep quiet about our activities, after all there is no point in putting a noose around one's neck is there? I am making an exception here because my friend has told me that I should not be selfish. Sometimes he sees me looking at a beautiful woman and he knows I am remembering the good old days when I could have had her arrested and taken back to the compound to be stripped, raped and tortured. My cock goes hard at the thought even as I write these words.
My story begins thirty years ago. My country was ruled by the Commies. A number of us knew things would have to change or the whole country would go to the dogs. Our northern friends felt the same and were keen to help. One day my commander asked me to dinner. After a pleasant meal we got down to business.
“Juan.” He said as he poured us another glass of wine, “I understand you are not happy with the way our country is going.”
“You are quite right.” I had had a little too much to drink and my tongue rang away with me. “We are going downhill fast. If these bastards are not stopped we will have nothing left. We should overthrow them and then hunt them down like rats.”
My commander smiled. “You are a good man Juan. I can tell you that we are not going to put up with it for much longer. When we are ready we shall strike hard and destroy this plague. We will need extra places to hold prisoners and the men to run them. Would you be interested?”
I am a soldier and I know my duty. “Of course Sir.”
“Before I accept your answer I need to be sure of something else. We need information from the prisoners and some of them may be stubborn. Would you object to applying some extra pressure to make them loosen their tongues?”
“If you mean would I be prepared to torture them, the answer is yes I would.”
“I knew I could rely on you Juan.”
We spent the rest of the evening discussing plans and when we parted I had my instructions.
Three weeks later we struck. There was little resistance. The first prisoners were brought to the camp within hours of the coup. I had a meeting to attend so was not there at the time. As soon as I got back to the camp I made an inspection. We had taken over a small empty factory in the suburbs. One of the workshops had been turned into holding cells while the other was to be used for torture sessions. I walked to the cells and had a look at our prisoners. They were a mixed bunch: young and old, male and female. One of the prisoners attracted my attention. She was a good looking young woman in her mid-twenties. I called the sergeant who had been placed in charge of the prisoners across from his card game.
“Who is she?”
He checked his sheet. “I don't remember her name but that will be on the sheet. She's a school teacher; I do know that – she only came in ten minutes ago.”
“Give me a piece of chalk.” We used chalk to mark the cell doors with any instructions. He watched me as I chalked ‘CO' on the door. “Do you know what that means, Sergeant?”
“No sir.”
“It means Colonel Only. She is not to be interrogated unless I am present. If anyone lets her be taken without my authorisation I shall have the Doberman rip their balls off. Understood?”
“Yes sir.”
“In future whenever a good looking woman comes in I want you to write CO on the door and let me know straight away.”
“Will do Sir.”
“And make sure the other men who look after the prisoners know too.”
I left the cell block and walked across to the torture chambers. I could hear the sound of scrams and cries before I got inside. Four torture chambers had been constructed with four cells in between. While prisoners were being interrogated others waited next door for their turn. We had been told the sound of the screams of torment weakened most people's resolve to resist.
The other thing that struck me was the stench. It turned my stomach. One of the NCOs later told me that when he had gone to the torture school the prisoners who were used as demonstration material had been given enemas before torture and I made it a standing instruction that the same thing should happen here.
At present it was only men that were being interrogated. I watched as one was beaten with baseball bats, another had his head pushed into soapy water. It was in the last room that I found Corporal Mendez. It was interesting because this was the room that generated the loudest and most prolonged screams. I went inside. A naked young man was tied to an iron bed frame. Mendez was standing over him with a cattle prod. As I watched Mendez pushed the tips against the man's balls and pressed a button. There was a sizzling sound and the prisoner almost broke his back trying to lift himself clear of the frame. The screech of agony almost burst my eardrums. Mendez counted to himself and then removed the prod.
“You may think you are a brave man but I doubt you can stand hours of this. I'm not going to let you die and I'm not going to let you become lose conscious for long. You see I'm an expert with this thing. Now where is Ferdinand?”
“I don't know. I swear I don't know……. AAAAGHH!”
“Wrong answer I'm afraid. We'll carry on for a bit longer shall we? Or perhaps you'd like us to try something different. Of course it may that your sister knows. I know lots of ways to loosen a woman's tongue.”
“No please she doesn't know anything I promise you.”
Mendez had pushed one of the tips of the prod into the prisoner's right nipple using as much force as he could. Then he pressed the button and held it for over a minute.
“AAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.”
I could smell burning flesh.
“If you don't tell us what we want to know, we'll get her in and you can watch me do to her what I've just done to you for hours. Have you ever heard a woman who is having electric shocks in her cunt? Take it from me it's the loudest noise I've ever heard. And of course if we've raped her first it's even worse.”
I could see tears running from the prisoner's eyes. In a broken voice he gave us the address. Two of the soldiers then untied him and took him back to the cells.
“I'm impressed, Corporal Mendez.” I said.
“Thank you Sir. I was lucky enough to have the best teacher in the business give me lessons.”
I looked at him quizzically.
“The Blonde Cobra.”
“I don't know him.” I said.
“She Sir. The Blonde Cobra is a woman – an American. She was a nurse in Vietnam . I don't know how she became a torturer but I do know she's one of the best. When it comes to torturing other women she is the best. Electricity, heat, acid, needles, animals, sexual, you name it she knows how to do it well.”
“She sounds interesting. I'd like to meet her one day.”
“That's not difficult Sir. She's here in our country. I'm seeing her tonight as a matter of fact. I can ask her to contact you if you like Sir.”
I nodded. “Please do so Corporal. Now there is another matter, there is a woman in the cells who I want you to interrogate but I want to be present. If you have finished perhaps you could deal with her next.”
“Yes sir. Of course Sir.”
I noticed some hesitation in his response,
“What's the matter? I thought you said you were an expert?”
“I am Sir but if you'll forgive me for saying so if you could wait till tomorrow I might be able to arrange for the Blonde Cobra to give you a demonstration. I promise it won't disappoint you Sir and if the woman is young and pretty it will be even better.”
“She is Corporal. Very well but I want her worked on tomorrow without fail. She may have important information.”
“Yes Sir.” Mendez saluted and I left him.
2 The Blonde Cobra
When I arrived the following morning I found Mendez waiting for me. He saluted.
“Good morning sir. Major Gomez, the Blonde Cobra said she will arrive between 10 and 10.30. She has some matters to arrange first. She would like to talk to you before we start interrogating the woman. I hope that is in order.”
“Yes Corporal”
He saluted and left.
When the Blonde Cobra arrived I was surprised. Firstly she was not blonde but black haired. She wore thin spectacles which did nothing to improve her appearance. Without her spectacles she would have been a good looker. She was also not alone. A man in plain clothes was with her. He introduced himself as Captain Hernandez from the secret police.
“I am here to assist Major Gomez in her work. She has made a number of proposals for the better handling of anti-State activists and she is currently gathering information for a report for the General. Incidentally Major Gomez is a cover name.”
I looked at him enquiringly but he said no more.
“I understand you have a female prisoner you would like me to torture.” the woman known as Major Gomez said. Her Spanish was impeccable with no trace of an American accent.
“Corporal Mendez told me you were the best and as you in town I thought it would be a good idea to learn some lessons.”
Gomez and Hernandez exchanged looks.
“Right. Let's get to work on her then.” Gomez said.
We walked across to the interrogation block. Mendez has arranged for one of the torture chambers to be kept free and was standing by in case he was needed. Two guards were dispatched to bring the woman over from the cells. While we were waiting Gomez inspected the room. She picked up the cattle prod.
“Is this all you have?” she asked.
“At the moment yes. We also have the tank and most of the men smoke so we can use lighted cigarettes plus clubs.” Mendez replied.
She sniffed. “You need more equipment.”
The cell door opened and the guards brought our first victim in. Gomez turned and walked over to her. She gripped the woman's chin in her hands and gazed into her eyes.
“Where is he.” she asked in a quiet voice.
“I don't know who you mean.”
“Don't play games with us or you'll be sorry. I am going to ask you again and this time I want the truth.”
“I tell you I don't know what you are talking about.”
“You silly little bitch. What we are going to do to you is something you are never going to forget. You are going to experience pain like you've never done before and you're going to beg us to kill you but we are not going to. Even when we've finished here you'll still feel the pain when you go back to your cell. Do you really think he's worth it? Do you think if he was here now he'd keep quiet to protect you?”
As if on cue a terrible scream came from the next cell. Then we heard someone sobbing “I'll talk.” I found out later Mendez had arranged for someone to listen in and scream at that moment. Gomez and he had arranged it the previous night.
“Hear that little one – men can't take the pain like women which means of course we have to hurt women far more.” Gomez continued.
I'm going to count to three and then we begin. We won't stop till I think we've got everything from you, and I'm not easily satisfied. One, two, three. Take your clothes off.” The last four words were snapped.
As the woman undressed she began crying.
We watched as she removed her clothes until she was standing in her underwear.
“Get those off.” Gomez snarled.
My breath began to quicken as she reached behind her to unclasp her bra. What were her tits going to be like? I was not disappointed they were firm and nicely sized with nice thimble shaped nipples. Gomez reached over and flicked them with her fingers. “Nice for the electrodes eh Corporal?” she grinned.
“Yes Sir” he replied.
“No please don't.” I think that for the first time the woman really understood that we were going to torture her.
As she removed her knickers Gomez said “Has she been raped yet Corporal?”
“No sir.”
The woman began screaming and pleading. Gomez punched her in the stomach. “Shut up.” she snapped. “You had your chance. I suggest the five of you take care of that now.” she said to us.
On my instructions the two guards and Mendez grabbed the woman and stretched her out on the table with her cunt over the edge.
“If you put across the table rather than along it one of you will be able to fuck her mouth at the same time.” Gomez said.
I nodded at the men and they shifted her round. As Hernandez and I undressed Gomez began taunting the woman as she lay begging for us not to rape her.
“Have you ever talked to a woman who has been raped little one? Apparently the pain is dreadful – they say it's like someone sticking a red iron into your cunt over and over again. Then when it's over you have the worry that you might be pregnant. Of course most men won't want to know you afterwards. Used goods you see. It hurts even more if they stick their cocks in your ass. Most of the men I know like to make the woman swallow their sperm – ever tried drinking lots of warm sticky salty sperm my dear? Not many women like the taste and say no but you won't be able to. Another funny thing is how rapists like to bite and pull nipples. I once saw a torturer tear a woman's nipple right off with his teeth while he was raping her. That's where we concentrated on with the electricity after they had finished. She nearly lost her mind with the pain. All she could do was beg us to kill her but we didn't. And don't think these will be the only men that will rape you. Now we've started we'll make sure you get raped every day sometimes by one man sometimes by ten. We'll probably stop this morning after a dozen. That should ensure your tits and cunt are hurting badly before we start the electrical shocks.'
I have to admit I found all this very arousing and I was as stiff as telegraph pole by the time I was ready. This would be the first woman I had ever raped and I wondered what it would feel like. As I placed my cock against the entrance to her cunt I looked into the woman's eyes. They were pleading with me. Then I pushed as hard as I could. My God it was tight. She was also completely dry. The scream she let out was awful but I just kept going. As I began to pump in and out Gomez gave me instructions.
“Remember the aim is to hurt her as much as possible. Go on ram it in hard. Twist it about inside her. Pull her nipples. Slap her tits.”
I am afraid all this was too much for me and before I had really got into my stride I felt the familiar feeling as my sperm gathered in my balls for the big spurt. One. Two. Three. Four and the trickle at the end. As I spurted I rammed my cock in as far as it would go and kept ramming hard. All the while the woman cried and screamed but I was having too much fun to care. I pulled my cock out covered in blood and sperm.
“Make her lick it clean.” Gomez suggested. Hernandez was ramming his cock into her ass by the time I got round to her head and she wouldn't keep her head still because of the terrible pain so Gomez held her head still but I was frightened in case she bit my cock in her agony so I contented myself with wiping my dick on her face. I drew the line at holding her while the enlisted men had their go so I popped my head out of the door and called for more guards. Then I sat back and watched the show. For two hours that woman was raped. In all twelve men fucked that woman in every position and in every hole. They came in her mouth (four times) her cunt (6 times) and her ass. All the while Gomez egged them on. Every time the woman passed out Gomez brought her round. She seemed intent on causing as much pain as she could to the woman's nipples. If the men were not biting them or pulling them then Gomez would.
At the end I looked at the woman she looked half dead. There was blood and semen all around her arse, cunt and mouth. I doubted whether she would be fit enough to torture. I had reckoned without Gomez. A hose connected to the cold water supply was brought in and the semi-conscious woman hosed down.
“Strap her to the grill.” Gomez ordered. The two guards picked up the woman who was now crying and moaning with pain and the cold and strapped her wrists and ankles to the bed. Her legs and arms were wide apart and I could see her cunt and ass were red and inflamed.
“Have a good look Sir,” Gomez said to me, “the outer lips of her cunt should be badly damaged we should be able to make her really scream when we start work down there.”
I did as she suggested.
“Now then little one, you have another chance to tell us where he is or I start work with this.” Gomez said as she showed the girl the electrical baton. She pressed the button and a spark snapped from one terminal to the other.
The woman cried out “I don't know…..”
Before she had finished Gomez touched the tip to her ear and pressed the button.
“That's just for starters. We're going to put a piece of leather in your mouth so you can't bite your tongue off when the pain builds up. It will stop you from talking so if you want to tell us something you had better do it now. No? OK Corporal.”
Mendez pushed a leather strap between the woman's teeth and buckled it behind her head.
“There are a number of places where electrical stimulation works well Sir” Gomez said. “The lips, the eyes, under the armpits, the navel.” As she mentioned each place Gomez touched the woman there and pressed the button holding it for varying lengths of time.
“All of them have nerve endings but of course the most sensitive spots are those in the breasts especially the nipples, and the vagina.”
Gomez gently stroked the 2 spikes of the baton over and round the woman's breasts as she spoke and then ran the baton across the woman's naked stomach towards the dense thatch of black pubic hair. As she did so I noticed the woman's eyes fill with terror. Gomez circled the area and pressed the button.
“Don't forget the power of surprise.” Gomez said. Then she moved the tip of the baton so it was touching the woman's anus and pressed the button holding it for about 20 seconds. Suddenly there was a terrible smell as the woman lost control of her bowels.
“For Chrissake Mendez didn't you give her an enema?” Gomez snarled.
“I forgot Sir.”
“Get this mess cleaned up right away.”
As Mendez and the guards swilled the stinking mess away Gomez muttered to me “I never could stand the smell of shit when I'm torturing someone. I lose concentration. That's why I always insist they have an enema first.” She lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply. When the floor was clean Gomez returned to her victim.
Seeing the men were just about to stow the hose she ordered them to spray the woman first. The cold water made the woman cry out but Gomez just laughed.
“It increases the effect little one. We going to start on your tits now and I don't want you to lose the full force.”
So saying she began rubbing the spikes of the prod over the woman's left breast. Suddenly she pressed the button and pushed the spikes as hard as she could into the flesh. She held it for 30 seconds before switching the power off. The woman screamed and writhed on the bed and I could smell burning flesh. Gomez repeated the operation on the woman's right breast but kept the current on longer. For ten minutes she kept giving the woman shocks on her tits before finally saying “You know what's next don't you?” and pushing the prod against her right nipple. To my surprise she only gave 3 seconds before switching the current off.
“Have you got another prod?” she asked.
Mendez left the room and brought 2 more prods with him.
“You read my mind” she smiled. “Give the Colonel one.”
Mendez handed me the baton and I walked over to the bed.
“We are going to attack both breasts together. Concentrate on her nipples and the bottom half. That's where the nerves are concentrated. The areoles aren't really that sensitive but most men like to shock them anyway. Vary the time you shock her – sometimes don't press the button just let her think you are going to. The anticipation can be bad. If I tell you to stop do so straight away – we don't want her to die on us. OK? Here we go.”
I pressed the tips of the prod against her nipple and switched the power on – she moved so much that I had trouble keeping the tips in place.
“Push the tip in hard” Gomez advised. I did as she suggested. For twenty minutes we worked on her. After a while Gomez began moving her prod around the woman's body and I concentrated on both breasts. Then she placed the tip of her prod against the woman's clitoris and switched the current on. The woman's screams and cries had been terrible but she made a sound that I have never heard a human being make. I had become more and more turned on and I nearly came in my pants.
Gomez looked across and saw the bulge in my pants. “Having trouble Sir?”
For some reason I blushed.
“If you want to jack off on her be my guest. It adds to her humiliation. I tell you what I'll jack you off while you work on her nipples. Make sure you cum on her face then she'll have the stickiness of your sperm on her skin and the smell in her nose.”
Well she was the specialist wasn't she? What could I do but go along with her instructions.
Afterwards we changed places and I gave the woman the electricity in her cunt and arse. I could see Gomez approved of the way I moved the prod inside the woman's vagina shocking different parts and alternating the length of each shock.
I am afraid to say that I was disappointed when the woman talked once we removed the strap. She gave us everything she knew.
“That went well didn't it Sir.” Gomez said after the woman was taken back to her cell.
I couldn't help but agree. It was far better than I had ever expected.
“Let's go and have a drink.” I said.
(To be continued)
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